Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
X-101,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.